Lost and Found, NC-17
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lukeandmaraSo my sister read 50 Shades and said it was the best smut she'd ever read. I scoffed and said I had read sooo much better. I roped some other writers into it and we created our own little contest "I Can Write Smut Better Than EL James." We were all handed a topic, I got drunken/first time, which started out as what we have below and morphed into something totally different for the contest. Didn't want this to go to waste, so here you have it.
Fair warning: this is Luke and an OC. Time-wise, it's sometime after ANH and before ESB.
A whole twenty four hours. Luke Skywalker sighed happily to himself as he walked into the bar, repeating the words like a mantra. Twenty four hours of a planet-side pass. Twenty four hours in which he did not have to be in cramped cockpit that smelled of stale sweat or bunking with three other men in a small room that also smelled of stale sweat. . .and many other worse things.
He’d come down to the planet in the shuttle with a group of about ten; though only two other pilots. He wasn’t particularly friendly with the other ground troops taking their leave, but a dark haired girl caught his eye on the transport and he’d blushed furiously. She giggled and turned to her friends, her glossy, dark ponytail swinging over her shoulder.
“That’s Tarris,” Wedge whispered with a nudge and smile. “From what I hear, she’d be a pretty easy conquest.”
Luke blushed harder and dug an elbow into his friend’s side. “Cut it out,” he said under his breath, trying to sound annoyed, but his eyes strayed back to Tarris several more times during the short flight. As he unfastened his crash webbing, Luke hurried off the shuttle, hoping to catch Tarris and maybe ask her if she’d like to get a drink, but the pretty dark-haired girl had already been swallowed by the large crowd on the main thoroughfare.
He felt a hand clap on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it,” Wedge said over the din of jazz bands wailing from the bars. “Plenty of other women - human and non - out tonight.” Luke shot him a wry glance, then followed behind the rest of their crowd as they sought a bar. Luke had no idea what they were looking for, but Hobbie finally stopped in front of one with a gaudy purple sign called The Grinning Gungan.
“I so hope Elle’s here tonight,” Wes said and Wedge laughed.
“Elle?” Luke asked innocently.
His three friends turned to him with identical smiles, but it was Wedge that spoke. “Elisana. She’s one of the bartenders. Last time we were here, we all agreed she had the best tits we’d ever seen.”
Luke choked out a laugh and self-consciously shoved his hands in his pockets as he followed the other three into the bar.
Several hours and numerous drinks later, Wedge nudged Luke hard in the ribs. “There she is,” he whispered comically and Luke followed the direction of his gaze. Standing behind the bar was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on. She was young; maybe twenty-five, and she stood with an easy confidence, the small of her back leaning against the wood of the bar. Her thick, wheat-blond hair was pulled up high in a serviceable ponytail that highlighted her remarkable features, her lips were plump, pink and smiling, and her midnight blue, high-collared sleeveless dress did nothing to hide her assets.
Luke swore under his breath in Huttese as his brain tried to digest the majesty of the bosom displayed on the far side of the bar.
“I told you,” Wedge whispered again, then waved to get her attention.
“Elle!” Wes called through cupped hands, looking smug when she acknowledged him with a smile and stepped toward them.
She leaned forward to kiss Wedge and Wes on the cheek, an action that spoke of a stronger friendship than Luke had imagined from their single previous mention of her. “How are the best tits in the outer rim?” Wedge asked with a smile.
Elle raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was the whole galaxy?” she quipped completely deadpan, and Wedge laughed.
“Well, I haven’t seen the whole world galaxy, so that might be pushing it, don’t you think?”
“Hey, Antilles, they were your words, not mine,” she teased, then turned to look at appraisingly Luke. Wedge clapped a hand on his shoulder and held a hand out to indicate Elle.
“This is Elisana,” Wes intoned, shouldering his way into the discussion and speaking before Wedge could. “She has the best tits in the galaxy.” Luke looked aghast, Wedge was grinning from ear to ear, Wes looked pleased with himself, and Elle’s eyebrows had raised to her hairline. Wedge and Wes turned back to whatever drunken discussion they’d been having and Luke looked at Elle, chagrined.
“Call me Elle,” she said with a smile.
“I’d like to apologize for my friends,” Luke said over the din as he leaned forward across the bar, trying not to stare at the expanse of flesh exposed by the low plunging neckline of her dress.
Elle laughed and tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve known those boys a long time. They’re some of the nice ones.”
“The nice ones?” Luke repeated, offended on her behalf if men treated her worse than his friends just had.
“Yes, the nice ones,” she said with a sardonic raise of her eyebrows. She looked him up and down suggestively. “You look like a particularly nice one.” Luke blushed furiously and stared down into his drink, desperately trying not to look at the pale swell of her breasts as she leaned forward. “What’s your name?”
“Luke. Luke Skywalker,” he stammered and Elisana’s eyebrows shot up all the way to her hairline.
“Really?” she drawled, the crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her breasts even further up. “Because last week someone else told me they were Luke Skywalker. And the week before that there were three others.”
Luke’s eyes shot up to meet her own blue ones, horrified. “People are pretending to be me?” he croaked. “Why?”
“Hotshot pilot, savior of the galaxy, supposedly a handsome kid that’s friends with the Rebellion’s finest? You tell me who wouldn’t want to be that,” she said with negligent shrug.
Luke was flustered by the implied compliment and the wrongness of the situation. “But it’s not like that! I’m not anybody’s savior; I don’t want to be!”
Elle cocked her head and regarded him across the narrow bar, staring steadily at his face. “Hey, Antilles,” she called, keeping her gaze fixed on Luke. “What’s your friend’s name here?”
Wedge looked up blearily from further down the bar. “Luke?” he asked. “He coulda told you that.”
“He did,” she replied, her full lips widened in a seductive smile and she leaned forward, her breath brushing Luke’s cheek. “Think of this as a ‘thank you’,” she whispered in his ear, then moved her mouth to cover his.
He stood frozen for an instant, face flaming even hotter as he heard the cat-calls and whoops from his friends, but they were forgotten the instant Elisana’s teeth scraped across his lower lip. The room around him spun into darkness and he boldly darted out his tongue to skate along the seam of her lips. He heard her make a small noise in the back of her throat and instantly felt the wet slide of her tongue against his. His hand, still holding his glass, clenched even harder and he leaned forward to deepen the kiss. The pleasure of it shot straight down to his groin and he felt himself begin to harden. He was just trying to balance so he could fist a hand in her thick blonde hair, when she pulled away abruptly, blinking fast and breathing heavily.
She stepped back, a hand pressed to her chest. She stared for a long moment, trying to get her breathing under control, then nodding to herself, stepped forward to whisper in Luke’s ear again. “We close in an hour.”
Luke angled his head to look at her face, trying to interpret her words. She smiled, amused, and gently bit down on his earlobe. Luke closed his eyes at the pleasure and struggled to maintain even the pretense of normality. “Come help me close up?”
“So we end up wandering around the center of the city with the gnome-”
“Still in the cart?”
Luke paused to take a sip of his ale. “Yes and no. Wes would take it out occasionally to serenade it.”
Elle fizzed with laughter as she finished wiping down the bar and rinsed her hands under the tap. “Sounds like quite an evening.”
Luke smiled, feeling cocky and a little drunk. “It was. It was also the same night Hobbie ended up with a tattoo on his ass.”
She flipped open the divider between the bar and now empty space for patrons and sat on the barstool next to Luke’s and spun herself so that she was facing him. Luke angled so that their knees faced each other and Elisana reached across him, her arm brushing across his bicep as she picked up his glass of ale and took a long sip.
Luke swallowed and watched her throat work, fascinated by the smoothness of her skin. She regarded him over the rim of his glass, set it back down deliberately on the bar, then leaned backward, stretching her spine. The position thrust her chest up and her hips forward and Luke’s mouth suddenly went dry.“You don’t have any tattoos, do you?” he breathed in a rush, trying to distract himself.
Elle straightened and cocked her head with a slow, meaningful smile. “Would you like to find out?”
Luke’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He’d hoped. . .of course he’d hoped, but he hadn’t actually thought she’d offer. “I-I-,” he stammered, embarrassed that his brain wasn’t connecting to his mouth. All his thinking was suddenly centered below his belt and when her delicate hand traced a slow line up the inside of his thigh, all capacity for speech was lost.
“Is that a yes?” Elle murmured as she leaned forward, increasing the pressure of her fingers on his thigh, the smile still hovering on her lips. Obviously taking his laboured breathing as acquiescence, she leaned further forward, her other hand resting on Luke’s opposite thigh, the palms taking her weight. He could feel the heat from her hands burning through the dark gray fabric of his trousers and his eyes half-closed in anticipation. He was mildly surprised when he felt warm lips brush his neck, rather than his mouth, and his hands moved up to reflexively clench her wrists. He grip gentled as her tongue darted out to flick delicately over the hollow of his throat and Luke sighed. He ghosted his fingers up the sensitive underside of the pale wrists in his hands and he felt Elisana shudder. She pulled back slightly to look at him and bit her lip.
Not content to be passively seduced any longer, Luke leaned forward quickly and captured her mouth with his, sucking on her lower lip, soothing the place she’d just bitten. He felt her breath catch in her throat and her heartbeat speed up to match his own and suddenly, their position on the stools was untenable. He stood, never breaking the kiss, and pulled Elle up with him. She instantly twined her arms around his neck, pressing herself firmly against the hard lines of his body.
Luke groaned and combed his hands through the wheat blonde hair he’d wanted to touch all night, reveling in exquisite pressure of her breasts against his chest. His hands skated down her sides, hesitating briefly before throwing caution to the wind and dropping his hands low to knead the soft flesh of her rear. She whimpered and kissed him harder, hands rising from his neck to run restlessly through his hair.
Elle broke the kiss abruptly and pressed her forehead to his. “Come upstairs,” she whispered. Her low voice as much as her words made Luke weak in the knees and he wanted nothing more in the world than to obey, but he hesitated.
Elle misunderstood his reluctance took his hand in hers. “Don’t worry, I’m not exactly innocent,” she said with a knowing smile as she tugged him toward the stairs at the back of the bar.
Luke dug in his heels and pulled his hand away, thrusting both hands in his pockets. “It’s not that,” he murmured self-consciously.
Elle stepped close again, running her hand down his chest. “What is it then?” she breathed, her hand skating lower. “It can’t be you doubt your ability to. . .perform.” She punctuated her last words by running a firm hand over the bulge in Luke’s trousers and he hissed through his teeth.
“I haven’t,” he panted as her hand continued to trace the shape of him through the fabric. “I haven’t. . .Oh gods, don’t stop.”
“You haven’t what?” Elle teased as she nipped at his neck and slid her free hand into the waistband of his trousers, teasing the warm skin with a single finger.
“I haven’t been with a woman,” Luke managed to gasp as her ministrations grew firmer, then hung his head in shame: at both his admission and that he could not seem to step away from her clever hands.
“That’s alright,” Elle said, her breath tickling Luke’s neck. “I have,” she teased.
Luke looked down into her hooded, pale blue eyes, surprised and incredibly aroused by the vision of those glorious breasts pressed to another woman’s mouth. He groaned and could think of nothing else to do but kiss her, hard, and lift shaking hands to cup the flesh he’d been lusting after all night. Elle whimpered as his thumbs grazed her nipples and arched her back as his head dipped to place a line of open mouthed kisses along the low neckline of her top. He slid his leg between her thighs and pressed upward, causing the woman in his arms to squeak pleasantly and squirm against him, seeking to increase the friction.
“You sure seem to know what you’re doing,” she gasped as he moved his leg slightly, the pleasure more intense.
“I said I hadn’t slept with a woman, not that I hadn’t ever touched one,” Luke murmured against her collarbone. Elle’s small hands gripped his face and pulled it level with hers.
“Let’s change that. Right now,” she stated breathlessly and Luke was helpless to do anything but comply. She grabbed his hand and pulled him, unresisting, up the flight of stairs at the back of the bar, through a long hallway, and finally to a cozy apartment.
“This is nice,” Luke said politely as he turned to looked around.
“Less talking,” Elle said playfully from behind him and when he turned around to look at her, any thoughts of ever speaking again seemed to fly from his head. There, before him in the flesh, stood the most gloriously naked creature he could ever have imagined. Her breasts were fuller than Luke’s imaginings and his brief caresses had led him to believe, her hips were flared, her waist trim. Her thighs looked so very soft and Luke desperately wanted to bury himself between them. The corners of her full mouth tipped up in a knowing smile and she reached up to pull out the tie that held her hair. The bright blonde hair draped over her shoulders and curled around a dusky pink nipple. Luke watched in fascination, wishing his tongue could curl around it the same way.
Elle raised an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t intend to just stand there all night,” she said as she moved sinuously toward him. She stepped up to him and pushed his jacket off his shoulders, running her hands down the firm muscles of his arms as she did so. Luke stared down at the breasts so close to his chest, mesmerized by the way they swayed with her movements. Deft hands slid under his shirt and across his abdomen, causing him to tremble. Elle slid her hands further up, taking the shirt up with her, urging his arms above his head as she removed it for him.
Luke stood still, his nostrils flaring as he tried to control his breathing, while Elle leaned forward to kiss a line down the center of his firmly muscled chest. When she lowered herself to her knees, kissing as she went, tongue swirling over his navel and down the faint line of hair that disappeared into his trousers, Luke finally made a strangled noise and tangled his hands in her silky hair.
Elle looked up from her position at his feet and smiled. “So you’re not made of stone,” she mused, then looked at the evidence of his hardness through his trousers. She quirked an eyebrow and licked her lips. “Except for that perhaps,” she murmured as she grasped him lightly once again.
“Elle, please,” he begged, not knowing exactly what he was asking for. He instinctively thrust against her hand as she stroked him through the rough fabric and his fingers dragged against her scalp. She hummed in the back of her throat at his motions and reached down to help him remove his boots. Once boots and socks had been discarded without ceremony, Elisana pressed her palms to the outside of Luke’s thighs and ran them slowly up to the waistband of his trousers, thumbs drawing circles on the bare skin just above his belt.
With what felt to Luke like agonizing slowness, she unclasped his belt and, one by one, popped open the row of fasteners on his trousers, the backs of her knuckles brushing his hardness. Luke was trying to remain calm; he didn’t want to appear to be the callow youth, even if she already knew he was. But as his trousers were whisked away and he was finally free of the confines of his underwear, his hard length bobbing millimeters away from Elle’s lush mouth, he could control himself no longer. He allowed his ragged breathing to show and reached down to try to pull Elle up for a kiss, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. He moaned against her lips, tongue striking up a rhythm his body was desperate to take up as well. He swore as Elle wrapped a hand around his length and slowly pumped him, her other hand tangling in his hair.
Luke reached up to cup the generous breasts pressed so invitingly against his warm skin and Elle whimpered against his mouth as his thumbs found her nipples. He pulled back slightly, eyes bright and fascinated as he rolled a pert nipple between his fingers. He watched as Elle’s mouth fell open and she dropped her head back, his gaze intent on the smoothness of her throat. He continued to gently weigh her breasts as he dipped his head, touching hot lips to the pulse that hammered just beneath her fine skin. Elisana dropped her hand from his cock, cradling the back of his skull as his lips moved further down, slowly tracing a hot path across her collarbone and down the slope of her breasts. When he finally reached her nipples, he teased her with a few light flicks of his tongue before taking her deeply into his mouth and suckling, first one, then the other breast.
Elle’s reactions were all he could have hoped for. He’d had a decent amount of practice with heavy petting, but had never been allowed, either by circumstances or the girl, to let things get this far. When Elle raised his head to kiss him and lead him to the bedroom, he faltered, his confidence waning.
“I’m not quite sure. . .” he mumbled as they crossed the threshold to her darkened room.
“Not quite sure of what? You were doing pretty well out there,” Elle responded breathlessly, running her hands up his torso and causing Luke to shudder.
“I know what I want, I’m just not sure what I’m allowed to do,” he whispered back.
Elle’s lips, reddened and swollen from his kisses, curved into the most sensual smiled he’d ever seen, her eyes full of mischief and promise. “What,” she said as she pressed a kiss to his chest “Would you like,” another, lower on his belly, “To do?” she finished, on her knees, her mouth pressing a kiss to the line where his hip met his abdomen. Luke was panting in earnest and could barely string together a coherent thought as she Elle steadied his member with the flat of her palm and lightly dragged her lips down the satiny skin. “Do you want me to do that again?” she teased when he made a strangled sound.
“Gods, yes!”
She did, then looked into his eyes. “How about this?” she said as she took just the tip in her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the salty dampness beginning to gather there. Luke made noise in the back of his throat and Elle smiled up at him again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she murmured, and engulfed him fully in the heat of her mouth.
Luke thought his eyes might roll back in his head, the pleasure was so intense. He lightly rested his hands on Elle’s head, for lack of a better place to put them, and within a few moments where he thought his heart might stop, he could feel his climax building to its peak. Just a few more strokes of Elle’s clever tongue and Luke was lost, crying out and thrusting gently against her mouth.
Luke sat down heavily on the bed behind him, unable to remain upright any longer and Elle, still kneeling, wiped her lower lip with her thumb, sucking off any excess traces of him. “I’m sorry,” Luke stammered, dropping his head into his hands.
Elle stood, then leaned in to kiss him with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, flyboy,” she teased, as she pushed him to lay on the bed. She straddled him and gave him a lingering kiss, the taste of himself on her lips surprisingly erotic. “You’re a smart one; I have no doubt you can think of something to do with me until you’re fully armed again,” she finished with a wink.
Luke smiled shyly and feathered his fingers up and down her arms. “I have wanted to try something,” he said, and ducked his chin slightly.
“Oh?” Elle asked breathlessly as he tilted his head to pull a taut nipple into his mouth.
“I’ve always wondered,” he murmured, releasing her breast and nuzzling her neck. “What a woman tasted like. Here,” he punctuated his last word with a glide of his fingers over her core, and he felt her shiver against him.
“I wouldn’t want to be the one to deprive you of that knowledge,” Elle replied on a gasp as his fingers grew more insistent.
Before he could give in to any nervousness, Luke rolled over, taking Elle with him in a flurry of limbs and her silky blonde hair. She gave a husky laugh and he kissed her, partly to quell his nerves, and partly because he couldn’t be this close and not kiss her. He trailed his hand back to the slick place between her thighs, marveling at the heat and desperately wanting to kiss her there. He found her nub with his fingers and rubbed ever so lightly, smiling in satisfaction as she gasped and bucked her hips against his hand. He scooted down, placing gentle kisses on her abdomen and taking a deep breath to steady himself before he he parted her lush thighs with trembling hands and stroked her once, lightly, with the tip of his tongue. He looked up and met her eyes with a question.
“More,” Elle murmured, urging his head down again, and Luke happily complied, licking slowly with the flat of his tongue, savoring her taste. “Harder,” Elle panted after a few moments and Luke paused momentarily to decide the best way to go about that. He sharpened his tongue and experimentally flicked it over her hardened nub and he felt himself begin to harden again as she cried out and arched against his mouth. He continued his assault, settling to the business of pleasuring her with youthful diligence. He tentatively inserted one finger and thrust in time with his tongue, then added another as Elle moaned and grabbed the bedsheets to anchor herself. After too few moments to Luke’s mind, she cried out, a long keening sound, her body shuddering with the strength of her release.
“Are you ready again?” she asked, breathlessly, as she pulled his head up. Luke gazed up and sighed at the erotic picture she presented: legs spread wide, his tan hands against her smooth white flesh, breasts flushed, back slightly arched. He glanced down at himself and realized with some surprise that he was indeed hard again and he levered up and hovered over her on strong forearms.
“Can I kiss you?” he rasped, hyper-aware that her flavor still coated his lips and chin. In answer, Elle brought her hand to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, sucking hard on his tongue. He growled low in his throat as her legs wrapped around his hips, tugging him close so that just the tip of his member grazed her opening.
The sensation was exquisite, all his nerve endings seemed to focus on that one small patch of flesh. He’d never, in his wildest dreams imagined that it would feel this good, this different, from his own nightly ministrations and tore his mouth away to drop his forehead to her shoulder. Delicate hands skated across the slickness of his back, urging him closer. He felt warmth on his shoulder as Elle pressed her lips there, then dragged them up his neck to bite down on his earlobe. “It’s better once you’re inside,” she breathed hotly and he could feel her smile against his jaw. Luke needed little further urging and thrust his hips forward tentatively, seeking her entrance. “Use your hand,” Elle instructed, flicking her tongue against the thin skin just below his earlobe. Luke complied, balancing on one hand and reaching between them to guide himself into her heat. He thrust again, his entry shallow, and Elle spurred him on by clutching harder at his back and arching her breasts against his chest. He thrust a third time, finally seated to the hilt, and he nearly embarrassed himself by exploding then and there. He held still for the space of a few heartbeats, Elle seeming to understand as she made soft shushing noises and stilled her hips.
Eventually, Luke took a deep breath, pulling out a little as he did so, then pressing back. He experimented with different depths and rhythms, trying to find one that felt right to him and his blonde partner. He knew he’d found the right one when Elle gasped and bit down on his shoulder; he felt a surge of triumph along with the sting of the bite, and it spurred him on to faster, deeper strokes.
Elle responded instantaneously, panting and flexing her hips up to meet his. Suddenly she cried out his name, her inner walls clenching around him and Luke could hold back no longer. He felt the tell-tale roiling in the pit of his stomach and with a final thrust, shattered. He groaned his release softly, used to hiding his pleasure in his shared quarters, and collapsed, his head pillowed against Elle’s shoulder.
He lay, panting, trying to get his breath back, feeling Elle do the same. Eventually he raised his head and rolled to his back, pulling Elle on top of him, not wanting to look her in the eye. She solved the problem for him by raising her head and grasping his chin in her hand. She angled his face down to hers and smiled coyly. “Do not worry,” she stated firmly. “No room for insecurities in my bed.”
Luke’s mouth tipped up in a shy smile, wondering how she’d known, and his fingers feathered over the cap of her shoulder. “It was alright?” he asked quietly, unable to stop himself.
She slapped him lightly on the chest, eyes laughing and bright. “Good enough that I’m demanding you stay for a bite to eat and then round two.”
“Round two?” Luke asked, glancing down, pleasantly startled.
“Round two,” Elle confirmed with a nod. Her lips quirked up in a half-smile. “Think you can hack it, flyboy?”
Luke didn’t respond, just smiled wolfishly and pressed her back into the bed with a hard kiss.
Fair warning: this is Luke and an OC. Time-wise, it's sometime after ANH and before ESB.
A whole twenty four hours. Luke Skywalker sighed happily to himself as he walked into the bar, repeating the words like a mantra. Twenty four hours of a planet-side pass. Twenty four hours in which he did not have to be in cramped cockpit that smelled of stale sweat or bunking with three other men in a small room that also smelled of stale sweat. . .and many other worse things.
He’d come down to the planet in the shuttle with a group of about ten; though only two other pilots. He wasn’t particularly friendly with the other ground troops taking their leave, but a dark haired girl caught his eye on the transport and he’d blushed furiously. She giggled and turned to her friends, her glossy, dark ponytail swinging over her shoulder.
“That’s Tarris,” Wedge whispered with a nudge and smile. “From what I hear, she’d be a pretty easy conquest.”
Luke blushed harder and dug an elbow into his friend’s side. “Cut it out,” he said under his breath, trying to sound annoyed, but his eyes strayed back to Tarris several more times during the short flight. As he unfastened his crash webbing, Luke hurried off the shuttle, hoping to catch Tarris and maybe ask her if she’d like to get a drink, but the pretty dark-haired girl had already been swallowed by the large crowd on the main thoroughfare.
He felt a hand clap on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it,” Wedge said over the din of jazz bands wailing from the bars. “Plenty of other women - human and non - out tonight.” Luke shot him a wry glance, then followed behind the rest of their crowd as they sought a bar. Luke had no idea what they were looking for, but Hobbie finally stopped in front of one with a gaudy purple sign called The Grinning Gungan.
“I so hope Elle’s here tonight,” Wes said and Wedge laughed.
“Elle?” Luke asked innocently.
His three friends turned to him with identical smiles, but it was Wedge that spoke. “Elisana. She’s one of the bartenders. Last time we were here, we all agreed she had the best tits we’d ever seen.”
Luke choked out a laugh and self-consciously shoved his hands in his pockets as he followed the other three into the bar.
Several hours and numerous drinks later, Wedge nudged Luke hard in the ribs. “There she is,” he whispered comically and Luke followed the direction of his gaze. Standing behind the bar was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on. She was young; maybe twenty-five, and she stood with an easy confidence, the small of her back leaning against the wood of the bar. Her thick, wheat-blond hair was pulled up high in a serviceable ponytail that highlighted her remarkable features, her lips were plump, pink and smiling, and her midnight blue, high-collared sleeveless dress did nothing to hide her assets.
Luke swore under his breath in Huttese as his brain tried to digest the majesty of the bosom displayed on the far side of the bar.
“I told you,” Wedge whispered again, then waved to get her attention.
“Elle!” Wes called through cupped hands, looking smug when she acknowledged him with a smile and stepped toward them.
She leaned forward to kiss Wedge and Wes on the cheek, an action that spoke of a stronger friendship than Luke had imagined from their single previous mention of her. “How are the best tits in the outer rim?” Wedge asked with a smile.
Elle raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was the whole galaxy?” she quipped completely deadpan, and Wedge laughed.
“Well, I haven’t seen the whole world galaxy, so that might be pushing it, don’t you think?”
“Hey, Antilles, they were your words, not mine,” she teased, then turned to look at appraisingly Luke. Wedge clapped a hand on his shoulder and held a hand out to indicate Elle.
“This is Elisana,” Wes intoned, shouldering his way into the discussion and speaking before Wedge could. “She has the best tits in the galaxy.” Luke looked aghast, Wedge was grinning from ear to ear, Wes looked pleased with himself, and Elle’s eyebrows had raised to her hairline. Wedge and Wes turned back to whatever drunken discussion they’d been having and Luke looked at Elle, chagrined.
“Call me Elle,” she said with a smile.
“I’d like to apologize for my friends,” Luke said over the din as he leaned forward across the bar, trying not to stare at the expanse of flesh exposed by the low plunging neckline of her dress.
Elle laughed and tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve known those boys a long time. They’re some of the nice ones.”
“The nice ones?” Luke repeated, offended on her behalf if men treated her worse than his friends just had.
“Yes, the nice ones,” she said with a sardonic raise of her eyebrows. She looked him up and down suggestively. “You look like a particularly nice one.” Luke blushed furiously and stared down into his drink, desperately trying not to look at the pale swell of her breasts as she leaned forward. “What’s your name?”
“Luke. Luke Skywalker,” he stammered and Elisana’s eyebrows shot up all the way to her hairline.
“Really?” she drawled, the crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her breasts even further up. “Because last week someone else told me they were Luke Skywalker. And the week before that there were three others.”
Luke’s eyes shot up to meet her own blue ones, horrified. “People are pretending to be me?” he croaked. “Why?”
“Hotshot pilot, savior of the galaxy, supposedly a handsome kid that’s friends with the Rebellion’s finest? You tell me who wouldn’t want to be that,” she said with negligent shrug.
Luke was flustered by the implied compliment and the wrongness of the situation. “But it’s not like that! I’m not anybody’s savior; I don’t want to be!”
Elle cocked her head and regarded him across the narrow bar, staring steadily at his face. “Hey, Antilles,” she called, keeping her gaze fixed on Luke. “What’s your friend’s name here?”
Wedge looked up blearily from further down the bar. “Luke?” he asked. “He coulda told you that.”
“He did,” she replied, her full lips widened in a seductive smile and she leaned forward, her breath brushing Luke’s cheek. “Think of this as a ‘thank you’,” she whispered in his ear, then moved her mouth to cover his.
He stood frozen for an instant, face flaming even hotter as he heard the cat-calls and whoops from his friends, but they were forgotten the instant Elisana’s teeth scraped across his lower lip. The room around him spun into darkness and he boldly darted out his tongue to skate along the seam of her lips. He heard her make a small noise in the back of her throat and instantly felt the wet slide of her tongue against his. His hand, still holding his glass, clenched even harder and he leaned forward to deepen the kiss. The pleasure of it shot straight down to his groin and he felt himself begin to harden. He was just trying to balance so he could fist a hand in her thick blonde hair, when she pulled away abruptly, blinking fast and breathing heavily.
She stepped back, a hand pressed to her chest. She stared for a long moment, trying to get her breathing under control, then nodding to herself, stepped forward to whisper in Luke’s ear again. “We close in an hour.”
Luke angled his head to look at her face, trying to interpret her words. She smiled, amused, and gently bit down on his earlobe. Luke closed his eyes at the pleasure and struggled to maintain even the pretense of normality. “Come help me close up?”
***
“So we end up wandering around the center of the city with the gnome-”
“Still in the cart?”
Luke paused to take a sip of his ale. “Yes and no. Wes would take it out occasionally to serenade it.”
Elle fizzed with laughter as she finished wiping down the bar and rinsed her hands under the tap. “Sounds like quite an evening.”
Luke smiled, feeling cocky and a little drunk. “It was. It was also the same night Hobbie ended up with a tattoo on his ass.”
She flipped open the divider between the bar and now empty space for patrons and sat on the barstool next to Luke’s and spun herself so that she was facing him. Luke angled so that their knees faced each other and Elisana reached across him, her arm brushing across his bicep as she picked up his glass of ale and took a long sip.
Luke swallowed and watched her throat work, fascinated by the smoothness of her skin. She regarded him over the rim of his glass, set it back down deliberately on the bar, then leaned backward, stretching her spine. The position thrust her chest up and her hips forward and Luke’s mouth suddenly went dry.“You don’t have any tattoos, do you?” he breathed in a rush, trying to distract himself.
Elle straightened and cocked her head with a slow, meaningful smile. “Would you like to find out?”
Luke’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He’d hoped. . .of course he’d hoped, but he hadn’t actually thought she’d offer. “I-I-,” he stammered, embarrassed that his brain wasn’t connecting to his mouth. All his thinking was suddenly centered below his belt and when her delicate hand traced a slow line up the inside of his thigh, all capacity for speech was lost.
“Is that a yes?” Elle murmured as she leaned forward, increasing the pressure of her fingers on his thigh, the smile still hovering on her lips. Obviously taking his laboured breathing as acquiescence, she leaned further forward, her other hand resting on Luke’s opposite thigh, the palms taking her weight. He could feel the heat from her hands burning through the dark gray fabric of his trousers and his eyes half-closed in anticipation. He was mildly surprised when he felt warm lips brush his neck, rather than his mouth, and his hands moved up to reflexively clench her wrists. He grip gentled as her tongue darted out to flick delicately over the hollow of his throat and Luke sighed. He ghosted his fingers up the sensitive underside of the pale wrists in his hands and he felt Elisana shudder. She pulled back slightly to look at him and bit her lip.
Not content to be passively seduced any longer, Luke leaned forward quickly and captured her mouth with his, sucking on her lower lip, soothing the place she’d just bitten. He felt her breath catch in her throat and her heartbeat speed up to match his own and suddenly, their position on the stools was untenable. He stood, never breaking the kiss, and pulled Elle up with him. She instantly twined her arms around his neck, pressing herself firmly against the hard lines of his body.
Luke groaned and combed his hands through the wheat blonde hair he’d wanted to touch all night, reveling in exquisite pressure of her breasts against his chest. His hands skated down her sides, hesitating briefly before throwing caution to the wind and dropping his hands low to knead the soft flesh of her rear. She whimpered and kissed him harder, hands rising from his neck to run restlessly through his hair.
Elle broke the kiss abruptly and pressed her forehead to his. “Come upstairs,” she whispered. Her low voice as much as her words made Luke weak in the knees and he wanted nothing more in the world than to obey, but he hesitated.
Elle misunderstood his reluctance took his hand in hers. “Don’t worry, I’m not exactly innocent,” she said with a knowing smile as she tugged him toward the stairs at the back of the bar.
Luke dug in his heels and pulled his hand away, thrusting both hands in his pockets. “It’s not that,” he murmured self-consciously.
Elle stepped close again, running her hand down his chest. “What is it then?” she breathed, her hand skating lower. “It can’t be you doubt your ability to. . .perform.” She punctuated her last words by running a firm hand over the bulge in Luke’s trousers and he hissed through his teeth.
“I haven’t,” he panted as her hand continued to trace the shape of him through the fabric. “I haven’t. . .Oh gods, don’t stop.”
“You haven’t what?” Elle teased as she nipped at his neck and slid her free hand into the waistband of his trousers, teasing the warm skin with a single finger.
“I haven’t been with a woman,” Luke managed to gasp as her ministrations grew firmer, then hung his head in shame: at both his admission and that he could not seem to step away from her clever hands.
“That’s alright,” Elle said, her breath tickling Luke’s neck. “I have,” she teased.
Luke looked down into her hooded, pale blue eyes, surprised and incredibly aroused by the vision of those glorious breasts pressed to another woman’s mouth. He groaned and could think of nothing else to do but kiss her, hard, and lift shaking hands to cup the flesh he’d been lusting after all night. Elle whimpered as his thumbs grazed her nipples and arched her back as his head dipped to place a line of open mouthed kisses along the low neckline of her top. He slid his leg between her thighs and pressed upward, causing the woman in his arms to squeak pleasantly and squirm against him, seeking to increase the friction.
“You sure seem to know what you’re doing,” she gasped as he moved his leg slightly, the pleasure more intense.
“I said I hadn’t slept with a woman, not that I hadn’t ever touched one,” Luke murmured against her collarbone. Elle’s small hands gripped his face and pulled it level with hers.
“Let’s change that. Right now,” she stated breathlessly and Luke was helpless to do anything but comply. She grabbed his hand and pulled him, unresisting, up the flight of stairs at the back of the bar, through a long hallway, and finally to a cozy apartment.
“This is nice,” Luke said politely as he turned to looked around.
“Less talking,” Elle said playfully from behind him and when he turned around to look at her, any thoughts of ever speaking again seemed to fly from his head. There, before him in the flesh, stood the most gloriously naked creature he could ever have imagined. Her breasts were fuller than Luke’s imaginings and his brief caresses had led him to believe, her hips were flared, her waist trim. Her thighs looked so very soft and Luke desperately wanted to bury himself between them. The corners of her full mouth tipped up in a knowing smile and she reached up to pull out the tie that held her hair. The bright blonde hair draped over her shoulders and curled around a dusky pink nipple. Luke watched in fascination, wishing his tongue could curl around it the same way.
Elle raised an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t intend to just stand there all night,” she said as she moved sinuously toward him. She stepped up to him and pushed his jacket off his shoulders, running her hands down the firm muscles of his arms as she did so. Luke stared down at the breasts so close to his chest, mesmerized by the way they swayed with her movements. Deft hands slid under his shirt and across his abdomen, causing him to tremble. Elle slid her hands further up, taking the shirt up with her, urging his arms above his head as she removed it for him.
Luke stood still, his nostrils flaring as he tried to control his breathing, while Elle leaned forward to kiss a line down the center of his firmly muscled chest. When she lowered herself to her knees, kissing as she went, tongue swirling over his navel and down the faint line of hair that disappeared into his trousers, Luke finally made a strangled noise and tangled his hands in her silky hair.
Elle looked up from her position at his feet and smiled. “So you’re not made of stone,” she mused, then looked at the evidence of his hardness through his trousers. She quirked an eyebrow and licked her lips. “Except for that perhaps,” she murmured as she grasped him lightly once again.
“Elle, please,” he begged, not knowing exactly what he was asking for. He instinctively thrust against her hand as she stroked him through the rough fabric and his fingers dragged against her scalp. She hummed in the back of her throat at his motions and reached down to help him remove his boots. Once boots and socks had been discarded without ceremony, Elisana pressed her palms to the outside of Luke’s thighs and ran them slowly up to the waistband of his trousers, thumbs drawing circles on the bare skin just above his belt.
With what felt to Luke like agonizing slowness, she unclasped his belt and, one by one, popped open the row of fasteners on his trousers, the backs of her knuckles brushing his hardness. Luke was trying to remain calm; he didn’t want to appear to be the callow youth, even if she already knew he was. But as his trousers were whisked away and he was finally free of the confines of his underwear, his hard length bobbing millimeters away from Elle’s lush mouth, he could control himself no longer. He allowed his ragged breathing to show and reached down to try to pull Elle up for a kiss, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. He moaned against her lips, tongue striking up a rhythm his body was desperate to take up as well. He swore as Elle wrapped a hand around his length and slowly pumped him, her other hand tangling in his hair.
Luke reached up to cup the generous breasts pressed so invitingly against his warm skin and Elle whimpered against his mouth as his thumbs found her nipples. He pulled back slightly, eyes bright and fascinated as he rolled a pert nipple between his fingers. He watched as Elle’s mouth fell open and she dropped her head back, his gaze intent on the smoothness of her throat. He continued to gently weigh her breasts as he dipped his head, touching hot lips to the pulse that hammered just beneath her fine skin. Elisana dropped her hand from his cock, cradling the back of his skull as his lips moved further down, slowly tracing a hot path across her collarbone and down the slope of her breasts. When he finally reached her nipples, he teased her with a few light flicks of his tongue before taking her deeply into his mouth and suckling, first one, then the other breast.
Elle’s reactions were all he could have hoped for. He’d had a decent amount of practice with heavy petting, but had never been allowed, either by circumstances or the girl, to let things get this far. When Elle raised his head to kiss him and lead him to the bedroom, he faltered, his confidence waning.
“I’m not quite sure. . .” he mumbled as they crossed the threshold to her darkened room.
“Not quite sure of what? You were doing pretty well out there,” Elle responded breathlessly, running her hands up his torso and causing Luke to shudder.
“I know what I want, I’m just not sure what I’m allowed to do,” he whispered back.
Elle’s lips, reddened and swollen from his kisses, curved into the most sensual smiled he’d ever seen, her eyes full of mischief and promise. “What,” she said as she pressed a kiss to his chest “Would you like,” another, lower on his belly, “To do?” she finished, on her knees, her mouth pressing a kiss to the line where his hip met his abdomen. Luke was panting in earnest and could barely string together a coherent thought as she Elle steadied his member with the flat of her palm and lightly dragged her lips down the satiny skin. “Do you want me to do that again?” she teased when he made a strangled sound.
“Gods, yes!”
She did, then looked into his eyes. “How about this?” she said as she took just the tip in her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the salty dampness beginning to gather there. Luke made noise in the back of his throat and Elle smiled up at him again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she murmured, and engulfed him fully in the heat of her mouth.
Luke thought his eyes might roll back in his head, the pleasure was so intense. He lightly rested his hands on Elle’s head, for lack of a better place to put them, and within a few moments where he thought his heart might stop, he could feel his climax building to its peak. Just a few more strokes of Elle’s clever tongue and Luke was lost, crying out and thrusting gently against her mouth.
Luke sat down heavily on the bed behind him, unable to remain upright any longer and Elle, still kneeling, wiped her lower lip with her thumb, sucking off any excess traces of him. “I’m sorry,” Luke stammered, dropping his head into his hands.
Elle stood, then leaned in to kiss him with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, flyboy,” she teased, as she pushed him to lay on the bed. She straddled him and gave him a lingering kiss, the taste of himself on her lips surprisingly erotic. “You’re a smart one; I have no doubt you can think of something to do with me until you’re fully armed again,” she finished with a wink.
Luke smiled shyly and feathered his fingers up and down her arms. “I have wanted to try something,” he said, and ducked his chin slightly.
“Oh?” Elle asked breathlessly as he tilted his head to pull a taut nipple into his mouth.
“I’ve always wondered,” he murmured, releasing her breast and nuzzling her neck. “What a woman tasted like. Here,” he punctuated his last word with a glide of his fingers over her core, and he felt her shiver against him.
“I wouldn’t want to be the one to deprive you of that knowledge,” Elle replied on a gasp as his fingers grew more insistent.
Before he could give in to any nervousness, Luke rolled over, taking Elle with him in a flurry of limbs and her silky blonde hair. She gave a husky laugh and he kissed her, partly to quell his nerves, and partly because he couldn’t be this close and not kiss her. He trailed his hand back to the slick place between her thighs, marveling at the heat and desperately wanting to kiss her there. He found her nub with his fingers and rubbed ever so lightly, smiling in satisfaction as she gasped and bucked her hips against his hand. He scooted down, placing gentle kisses on her abdomen and taking a deep breath to steady himself before he he parted her lush thighs with trembling hands and stroked her once, lightly, with the tip of his tongue. He looked up and met her eyes with a question.
“More,” Elle murmured, urging his head down again, and Luke happily complied, licking slowly with the flat of his tongue, savoring her taste. “Harder,” Elle panted after a few moments and Luke paused momentarily to decide the best way to go about that. He sharpened his tongue and experimentally flicked it over her hardened nub and he felt himself begin to harden again as she cried out and arched against his mouth. He continued his assault, settling to the business of pleasuring her with youthful diligence. He tentatively inserted one finger and thrust in time with his tongue, then added another as Elle moaned and grabbed the bedsheets to anchor herself. After too few moments to Luke’s mind, she cried out, a long keening sound, her body shuddering with the strength of her release.
“Are you ready again?” she asked, breathlessly, as she pulled his head up. Luke gazed up and sighed at the erotic picture she presented: legs spread wide, his tan hands against her smooth white flesh, breasts flushed, back slightly arched. He glanced down at himself and realized with some surprise that he was indeed hard again and he levered up and hovered over her on strong forearms.
“Can I kiss you?” he rasped, hyper-aware that her flavor still coated his lips and chin. In answer, Elle brought her hand to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, sucking hard on his tongue. He growled low in his throat as her legs wrapped around his hips, tugging him close so that just the tip of his member grazed her opening.
The sensation was exquisite, all his nerve endings seemed to focus on that one small patch of flesh. He’d never, in his wildest dreams imagined that it would feel this good, this different, from his own nightly ministrations and tore his mouth away to drop his forehead to her shoulder. Delicate hands skated across the slickness of his back, urging him closer. He felt warmth on his shoulder as Elle pressed her lips there, then dragged them up his neck to bite down on his earlobe. “It’s better once you’re inside,” she breathed hotly and he could feel her smile against his jaw. Luke needed little further urging and thrust his hips forward tentatively, seeking her entrance. “Use your hand,” Elle instructed, flicking her tongue against the thin skin just below his earlobe. Luke complied, balancing on one hand and reaching between them to guide himself into her heat. He thrust again, his entry shallow, and Elle spurred him on by clutching harder at his back and arching her breasts against his chest. He thrust a third time, finally seated to the hilt, and he nearly embarrassed himself by exploding then and there. He held still for the space of a few heartbeats, Elle seeming to understand as she made soft shushing noises and stilled her hips.
Eventually, Luke took a deep breath, pulling out a little as he did so, then pressing back. He experimented with different depths and rhythms, trying to find one that felt right to him and his blonde partner. He knew he’d found the right one when Elle gasped and bit down on his shoulder; he felt a surge of triumph along with the sting of the bite, and it spurred him on to faster, deeper strokes.
Elle responded instantaneously, panting and flexing her hips up to meet his. Suddenly she cried out his name, her inner walls clenching around him and Luke could hold back no longer. He felt the tell-tale roiling in the pit of his stomach and with a final thrust, shattered. He groaned his release softly, used to hiding his pleasure in his shared quarters, and collapsed, his head pillowed against Elle’s shoulder.
He lay, panting, trying to get his breath back, feeling Elle do the same. Eventually he raised his head and rolled to his back, pulling Elle on top of him, not wanting to look her in the eye. She solved the problem for him by raising her head and grasping his chin in her hand. She angled his face down to hers and smiled coyly. “Do not worry,” she stated firmly. “No room for insecurities in my bed.”
Luke’s mouth tipped up in a shy smile, wondering how she’d known, and his fingers feathered over the cap of her shoulder. “It was alright?” he asked quietly, unable to stop himself.
She slapped him lightly on the chest, eyes laughing and bright. “Good enough that I’m demanding you stay for a bite to eat and then round two.”
“Round two?” Luke asked, glancing down, pleasantly startled.
“Round two,” Elle confirmed with a nod. Her lips quirked up in a half-smile. “Think you can hack it, flyboy?”
Luke didn’t respond, just smiled wolfishly and pressed her back into the bed with a hard kiss.
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Date: 2012-07-10 05:32 pm (UTC)I really don't mind Luke/OCs before Mara, especially when the result is this.
I love the idea of a "I Can Write Smut Better Than EL James" challenge. Our little L/M group should do something like that.
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Date: 2012-07-11 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-29 06:50 pm (UTC)Hey - I want to see some of those petting moments mentioned too!!! *G*
And haven't read 50 shades - but I have a hard time imagining it could beat this!!!
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Date: 2012-08-06 10:09 am (UTC)